Rosalina
Summers cold
The sun don't never show
I'm on the coldest flow
Summers cold
The sun don't never show
And the winters froze
I'm on the coldest flow
Talking shit is how I met that chick from so
You can call her Rosalina I just called hello
Tattoos on her hips and on her waistline
Moving like she tems I'm tryna free mind
Puffing all my ganja putting strains away
Say she's back from Medellin she's here to save the day
Yes I rap
I never dropped the ball
Hear me pitching accents in my verses like a southern drawl
She asked me where I'm from I said it's Tennessee
I dropped a pickup line she laughed I think it's meant to be
Cold as a winters day
Hot as a summers breeze
I met her in the morning
I left her in the eve
Fell in love but it was just a dream
I said Rosalina
She said Rosa please
Tattoos on her scars but in the shape of hearts
I saw her imperfections early she's a work of art
I laughed and looked into her soul and said I'm crazy
She smiled she said that she the same so she gon wait for me
We ran some wacky races fuelled by some ganja weed
We blew a couple clouds and then I hit her with my dastardly
A runner and a rapper on the bed it's like a masterpiece
I billed a couple zoots and then she billed me for the ganja weed
I tell some honest stories overcompensate with facts
A rapper on the track a female runner ran it back
Out here running track
But this my fucking track
Check
The sun don't never show
I'm on the coldest flow
Summers cold
The sun don't never show
And the winters froze
I'm on the coldest flow
Talking shit is how I met that chick from so
You can call her Rosalina I just called hello
Tattoos on her hips and on her waistline
Moving like she tems I'm tryna free mind
Puffing all my ganja putting strains away
Say she's back from Medellin she's here to save the day
Yes I rap
I never dropped the ball
Hear me pitching accents in my verses like a southern drawl
She asked me where I'm from I said it's Tennessee
I dropped a pickup line she laughed I think it's meant to be
Cold as a winters day
Hot as a summers breeze
I met her in the morning
I left her in the eve
Fell in love but it was just a dream
I said Rosalina
She said Rosa please
Tattoos on her scars but in the shape of hearts
I saw her imperfections early she's a work of art
I laughed and looked into her soul and said I'm crazy
She smiled she said that she the same so she gon wait for me
We ran some wacky races fuelled by some ganja weed
We blew a couple clouds and then I hit her with my dastardly
A runner and a rapper on the bed it's like a masterpiece
I billed a couple zoots and then she billed me for the ganja weed
I tell some honest stories overcompensate with facts
A rapper on the track a female runner ran it back
Out here running track
But this my fucking track
Check
Credits
Writer(s): Alex Corvera, Millz Nation
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